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rakuen2012-03-17 12:09 pm
utopiamods) wrote in rakuen2012-03-17 12:09 pm
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You're falling, and you can't remember why. It's a sickening feeling that makes your insides lurch; the darkness and the vertigo combine, and all you can think of is a story you heard once, somewhere.
Ah, I remember now. It's... a simple story that everyone knows. A legend of a Princess, the Demon Lord who kidnapped her, and the Knight who fought to save her. The Demon Lord had kidnapped the Princess countless times, but every time the Knight bested his challenges and rescued the Princess. No matter what tricks and ploys the Demon Lord used, the Knight would always triumph in the end. This was because--
The world tilts on its axis one last time, and the dream slips from your mind as easily as it arrived. A new voice intrudes on your sleep. Mechanical, monotonous.
"Next stop: Rakuen City. This train terminates here. The next stop is Rakuen. All change." The train rocks steadily. Fog envelopes the windows, obstructing your view and reminding you of an unsettling dream simultaneously. The air is humid inside the carriages, a vent beside your feet heating the air and making the seats almost uncomfortably warm. A puff of steam from the train winds its way lazily past the windows, a slightly different shade and consistency as the grey fog.
It's strangely difficult to shake off the sleep; the rhythm of the train seems to lull you back into slumber and the air is warm and heavy, making it hard to keep hold of a thought. Finally, though, the nausea settles, the last of the dream fades and you can take in your surroundings. And, perhaps more importantly, those around you in a similar state. The train judders to a stop, the shape of buildings and people only now barely visible as shadows beyond the windows.
"We have arrived at Rakuen City. All passengers must leave the train. This train is terminating here. This is Rakuen."
Ah, I remember now. It's... a simple story that everyone knows. A legend of a Princess, the Demon Lord who kidnapped her, and the Knight who fought to save her. The Demon Lord had kidnapped the Princess countless times, but every time the Knight bested his challenges and rescued the Princess. No matter what tricks and ploys the Demon Lord used, the Knight would always triumph in the end. This was because--
The world tilts on its axis one last time, and the dream slips from your mind as easily as it arrived. A new voice intrudes on your sleep. Mechanical, monotonous.
"Next stop: Rakuen City. This train terminates here. The next stop is Rakuen. All change." The train rocks steadily. Fog envelopes the windows, obstructing your view and reminding you of an unsettling dream simultaneously. The air is humid inside the carriages, a vent beside your feet heating the air and making the seats almost uncomfortably warm. A puff of steam from the train winds its way lazily past the windows, a slightly different shade and consistency as the grey fog.
It's strangely difficult to shake off the sleep; the rhythm of the train seems to lull you back into slumber and the air is warm and heavy, making it hard to keep hold of a thought. Finally, though, the nausea settles, the last of the dream fades and you can take in your surroundings. And, perhaps more importantly, those around you in a similar state. The train judders to a stop, the shape of buildings and people only now barely visible as shadows beyond the windows.
"We have arrived at Rakuen City. All passengers must leave the train. This train is terminating here. This is Rakuen."
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As the train slowed, he heard the announcement blare over the speakers, and slowly he forced himself to sit up. God, why was he so groggy? Had he had too much to drink? No...he'd only had his normal glass of wine before bed.
Had it be drugged?
The unpleasant thought seemed more likely as he opened his eyes and looked around. The dream faded, and he noticed as his stomach settled that he was on a train. His compartment was unlike anything he'd voluntarily stay in- much less regal. It was also uncomfortably warm.
Something wasn't right...His last memories...were of going to bed. That was all. Kidnapping was more and more a possibility as he thought about it, though the more he thought, the more a headache built up within his skull. Why would anyone want to kidnap him in the first place?
The train finally stopped, and he heard the final announcement. Well, he'd soon find out what was going on.
He really couldn't help voicing the thought echoing in his mind, though:
"What the hell?"
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She fluttered over to him, leaving a glittery red trail of dust behind her. "You wouldn't happen to know where this is, would you?" she said with a smile.
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"Nothing, huh?" Fairly typical, nothing surprising there at all. It usually took people awhile before they figured out the dreambubbles on the first trip. "Well, what's the last thing you can remember?"